I’ve moved / new chapbook

http://foolmoonpiano.blogspot.com
I’ve moved to the above address, where I currently focus on “Siva in Rags”-era poetry.
You can buy my latest chapbook, “Love Lions of Paris”, from Kendra Steiner Editions. http://kendrasteinereditions.wordpress.com/2011/12/26/new-a-j-kaufmann-poetry-chapbook-available-love-lions-of-paris-kse-197/

Vintage Poetry

I have 5 poems at Vintage Poetry (December 11, 2011) :
http://vintagepoetrypublishing.blogspot.com/2011/12/poems-by-aj-kaufmann.html

Jazz Me Blues (Exile Deutschland!), The Shadow Boys, You Don’t Exist, Bombay and Yiddish Ghetto Flower.

Thank you for reading and supporting my work!

Back to the old days

When it was cool for a poet to have his own myspace profile:
http://www.myspace.com/ajkaufmann

If anyone is still using myspace, this is the place to go for all things AJK.

Oh the Rainbows!

Yowling and howling down the bowling crumbling
Staircase of indecision
Got that yesterday afternoon
Feeling
Still remembering August fiestas
Under grilled sun-lights of Avalon
Pearls

But that was a cat’s paw memoir

Being reality’s ashcan

Howling and yowling down the kitchen’s
Flimsiness

Still believing that another shaving
Will punctuate my brain’s cliché
And make it work

Now to the bathroom

Admiring women only these days
And their solitary velvet nostalgias
With over-burnt fingertips
Giving come-hither looks
Crawl-nearer smiles

Avoiding fuck-ups
Concentrating on my mantra
And butter

Watching the window creak
Hearing my bread cry

Why is the whirlwind still young
And the dog barking willing
Yowling and howling
Shaving the beard he’s been growing
For rainbows

Copyright © 2008 by A.J. Kaufmann. All rights reserved.

Neukolln Notion 2

I see cellophane awful skies
Downtown
Not worth five cents
Of trying
Miss finger erratic muffled sea
Smiles
Presents the toys
Of shocking nonsense
Tinsel books, desserts for soul
Money made jury
Their voices are washed
Just pockets speak
I got a pipe
And an old magazine
I tried to read the day
You said hello
And slowly we were revealed
As a duet
Surprise beneath your gloves
Thoughts are strange moonbeams
Penetrating your pools
Between a cold think soil and your doorbell
Now swooping purple glares
Burn my galactic clock
Stern street head
And money versifies
The used old-fashioned hand
Makes it write
On sailors and local heroes
Farms, stockings, horses
And mortal trade
Where the sea ends
Where the air is rich
When my bed went off
Into long high days
Where I never really sailed
Or touched you
I danced dead
On a witches path, a sure thing
In splendid celebration
I started a mind parade
To party the stars
With spirits of the beat-thought
And circus telephones
Consumptive until the ocean
Plays the bright night ringmaster
And tells us all
To jump

Copyright © 2008 by A.J. Kaufmann. All rights reserved.

Neukolln Notion 1

Spray, silver spray
Fell on earth today
In language once free of war
In split native sun
Worn out, savage
Its willful pens chat
On gold, hate, of dead things
Empty glasses
Arched echoes
Staggered sky roses
Looking tired
I hear cracks on the door slope
Lethargy enters
And stars roam
Beyond
The faltering skyline
Desire
Jazz record buzz
Young unheard songs
They hear the wind howl
Where nerve ropes
Dig poison earth
Barb-wire trail of drugs
Blistered rattlesnakes
Canyons and airplanes
Beyond ghastly nameless hearts
Big fool’s fame
Has drifted away
We’re halves unbound
We reached
Solid pay
For your touch
Celestial coyotes
Riding your wings
‘Til slack moon
Tune riders
Hunting news and motors
Reap the morning fields
Gathering from stations
Scraps of smoke and men
Writing in silver spray
Love ain’t here to stay
In language once free of fear
In old circling trails
Of same bitter towns
Growing fat

Copyright © 2008 by A.J. Kaufmann. All rights reserved.

Love Lions of Paris

“Immortal shadow drops from a common floor”

My new poetry chapbook, “Love Lions of Paris” has just been published by Kendra Steiner Editions: http://kendrasteinereditions.wordpress.com/2011/09/01/2-new-poetry-books-2-new-experimental-music-cdrs-now-available/

Just like I said in my recent interview for Horror Sleaze Trash, “Lions” are more or less a glam-rock version of “Siva in Rags”, a less chaotic but just as intense creation – as raw and honest as “Siva”, but more focused on the rhythms of the city, not on the writer’s mind and heart, and in that approach they follow closely “Poznan City Gospel” and “Satori in Berlin” being the third, and probably final, poetic chronicle of another important city in my life. What more can I say? I invite you to the “violent gardens” of Paris… to the “warm ominous void of Parisian eerie thighs”… to where it all began with “East-West Train”…
AJK

Zeppelin Blossom Sky

From Satori in Berlin (X-Berg Songs), Kendra Steiner Editions, 2009.

I can still hear the train at the station
Can still see the kite flying by
Unable to differ directions, now
Utopias real, utopias smile
My deja-vu girl looks through
Her kaleidoscope dress and her marmalade shoes
Headed zeppelin blossom sky
Headed purity, sanctity, too

And the sun never sets at Görlitzer Park
As some boy learns to play his guitar
The old ones begin to settle the scene
Let the boy, too, win some scars

I can still see the giants in flight
Can still hear the gas in their belly
The beast that one swallowed old Jonas
Spits him out 9 o’clock daily
My deja-vu girl sees the make-up
Considers it fake, considers her break-ups
Headed zeppelin blossom sky
Headed adieu, then be it, it’s fine

And the sun never sets at Görlitzer Park
Well at night you can read by the stars
Suns of all worlds, of all ages to come
Like us must earn their scars

They can still see the beggars in time
Can still hear the whispered goodbyes
The words that echo all mornings
As the giants come over at 9
See, Jonas has fled from his cell
The prison his maker, his tester decreed
Headed zeppelin blossom sky
Headed one night like a thief

Copyright © 2009 by A.J. Kaufmann. All rights reserved.

Thirteen Question Method

“A. J. Kaufmann is a romantic in the best sense, a man who runs on the freewheeling spirit of beatific ghosts, Krautrock rhythms and the howling wolves of Poznan. The poet and musician kindly answered our 13 Questions.”
Want to read the answers? Visit Horror Sleaze Trash!

http://www.horrorsleazetrash.com/interviews/13-questions-with-a-j-kaufmann/

Thank you Richard, thank you Ben!

A New Polish Beat

An interview with A.J. Kaufmann:

http://flexwriterblogsonline.net/articles/?p=181

Thank you, Tarringo!